The Mysterious Box.

I'm sure by now you may have noticed there is a mysterious box at the bottom of this page. This contains many of my own composition for your listening pleasure. These tunes were recorded by myself over the last 5-6 years in either my Wamberal beach studio between 2001 and 2006 or my Wyong Studio from 2006 onwards, Both on the Central coast of New South Wales, Australia.
I have been been involved with bands and a great network of musicians since I moved up to the coast from Sydney, and have never looked back, though have found that musicians are no different to normal people (well generally speaking) they have their own lives, and cannot always be available when you are, and may not share the passion for music at the same level as you do, so eventually whilst still enjoying making music with my greatly talented friends, I stepped over to the dark side of sequencers, workstations, VST's and VSTI's to be able to create music on a computer which sounds half decent.
Let me say from the beginning that one type of music making does not replace the other and this works either way. With a real live musician situation, you feel the connection of working with another human being, appreciating their interpretations, styles and influences, which you would not get from a machine, whereas on the other hand, working with a machine, you have the freedom of putting in exactly what you want and how you want it, which I would never dictate to a musician as that would be a disregard of their artistic interpretations and feel.
Each have their distinct advantages.
The material which you can listen to below is mainly computer stuff, some may include live overlays by myself or a musician friend, but mostly sequenced.
Have a listen to it, leave your comments if you feel inclined, I'd love to hear them. though please understand I am not an engineer or producer, so please don't analyse the production techniques, I know these could have been produced a lot better.
So sit back in your favorite comfy chair, turn the lights down, light one up if that is how you like your music, and hit the button. Enjoy !!!

Cheers.
Eric

Initial Ramblings

Well folks, here I am, fingers poised, ready to offer my first nuggests of thought and wisdom to a world which I know is just starving needlessly for them.
Unfortunately, all I can do is stare at my Simpsons coffee cup and search my deepest innards for something I need to say, somthing that gripes me amuses, annoys me or elates me.
Nothing... I have nothing. When I lay down to sleep of a night my mind races for hours with sporadic thoughts, situations, schemes... though as soon as I sit humbly before this great machine with its infinite possibilities for mass communication and expression, my brain scampers into a hidden corner of my scull, (I can feel it somewhere behind my left ear).
In fact, the exact same process occurs when I am faced with social interaction.. after the standard pleasantries and 'how ya doins', Im lost for words. There is plenty I could say, but sifting through what would be appropriate and relevant to the conversation takes time, Im a thinking man, not one to be able to spew out words on call, or come up with the witty one liners.
More so in the presence of beauty, it is as if a weight is suddenly placed upon my upper lip causing it to remain clasped shut, and a trigger is sent to the nerve centre of my brain telling it to go into meltdown other than dispatching freakish facial expressions or the code for my skin pores to suddenly open and allow a flood of persiration to cover me.
No. I am one most comfortable with silence, the silence which allows us to listen and hear the utterings of the heart and soul.
As esteemed author Kahil Gibran most elequently puts it: 'Beauty has its own language, loftier than the voices of tongues and lips, it is a timeless language common to all humanity, a calm lake that attracts the singing rivulets to its depths and makes them silent' .
Upon those words, I shall become silent once again, until the next time I have absolutely nothing to say.

Take Care...Ecca